Down To The Sea Again
Mar. 8th, 2023 07:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo I haven't been walking down to the sea during the cold weather but yesterday- even though it was still cold- I told myself Spring was here and I jolly well needed to be getting out.
The sea was as calm as I've ever seen it- with no waves except at the very edge- where a slight swell gathered and then broke. It was a deep leaden blue. A lot of young people were hanging about in groups- late teens perhaps but it was hard to guess their age when they were all so well wrapped up. As I walked away I saw them getting back on a double-decker tour bus which had come from somewhere in Germany.
On my way down to the beach I crossed the bridge over the stream that feeds the lake at Princes Park and there were two swans sitting on a girder below me, smartening up their plumage. I watched them for a minute or two. Those necks of theirs are a marvel, allowing them to tidy up their tail feathers with their beaks and smooth their flanks with the back of their heads. After a while it became clear they were more or less working in synch. You do your right wing and I'll do my right wing; you do your left wing and I'll do my left wing. I suspect they are a mated pair and have developed a common mind- just like a long-married human couple...
The sea was as calm as I've ever seen it- with no waves except at the very edge- where a slight swell gathered and then broke. It was a deep leaden blue. A lot of young people were hanging about in groups- late teens perhaps but it was hard to guess their age when they were all so well wrapped up. As I walked away I saw them getting back on a double-decker tour bus which had come from somewhere in Germany.
On my way down to the beach I crossed the bridge over the stream that feeds the lake at Princes Park and there were two swans sitting on a girder below me, smartening up their plumage. I watched them for a minute or two. Those necks of theirs are a marvel, allowing them to tidy up their tail feathers with their beaks and smooth their flanks with the back of their heads. After a while it became clear they were more or less working in synch. You do your right wing and I'll do my right wing; you do your left wing and I'll do my left wing. I suspect they are a mated pair and have developed a common mind- just like a long-married human couple...
